driving in Los Angeles
In a rusted out 1940s car
Swooping and scraping along the arcs of the freeway
with that big orange sky all around
Haze Mote’s rat colored car in Wise Blood
Being pushed off the embankment
like you could just push a car off an embankment easily
like a cartoon
a hard boiled character in my movie would say
the road’s are the only shoulders I cry on
